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    Running Through My Thoughts
    Running Through My Thoughts
    Running Through My Thoughts
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    Running Through My Thoughts

    By Angel Miller

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    From a teenagers perspective everything is different. From their thoughts and how they see things to how they write and speak. So why not dive into poetry and see how this teenager sees the world. Everything from love and heart to how she sees the world. Enjoy the adventure of a teenage mind.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateMar 10, 2021
    ISBN9781665517461
    Running Through My Thoughts
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    Angel Miller

    All that we see or seem is but a dream a dream within a dream." -Edgar Allan Poe. Angel Miller keeps this quote in the back of her mind of her daily life. She sees the world in a different way whether it's how she describes feeling the wind or how she sees people. Everything could be real yet a dream to her, so she lives her life to the best extent that she can.

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